Those who bring the new day into being
How could it ever happen on its own
Those who push the light up right on time
Like gold extracted from the shafts of night
Giving each day its own character and will
Each one aimed to change the world
Or move it forward an inch or two
Though every night loads it up with grief
So some come stumbling and fall apart
And never make it to the afternoon
Those who labor and sacrifice
Confident even in their graves
Know they come from an endless source
And tomorrow will be brave
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